Another lab

The world around you vanished in an eruption of white light and tremendous sound yet seemed to return only a moment later, a frown twitches across your face as you stand there. You feel obscurely disappointed in the transport, having expected...well, you weren’t sure what you had expected now that you thought about it, but for some reason you still felt that sense of vague disappointment.

You shake your head and **** your wandering thoughts back into order, glancing around at the new place you have arrived at. Just like the lab back at the Institute this room is vast and made out of stone, but unlike the smooth, clean concrete and polished steel of the Institute, this one was constructed of massive blocks of rough hewn granite, the blocks stretched several feet long and were stacked atop of each other in an odd shape, it took you a long second to understand you were staring at the inside of a pyramid with the walls sloping upwards and meeting at the top.

“Impressive isn’t it?” the voice is female and friendly though worn and thin with age, it comes from somewhere behind you and you turn around to look at the two women standing behind you. The appearance of the speaker matches the mental image that formed when you first heard her voice; being thin and elderly with a shock of snow white curls atop her head, she was wearing a white lab coat over an elegant cream pantsuit.

Beside the birdlike old woman is another woman, exotically beautiful with skin the colour of milk chocolate and big eyes of a slate grey, she is nearly a foot taller and a good fifty pounds of muscle heavier than her ancient companion. Like the old woman beside her, she too had wildly curling hair, though the younger woman’s was much longer, falling to her shoulders and was as black as coal rather than white as fresh snow.

As you study the two women you notice that each one is wearing a nametag on their breast And what impressive breasts they are to the thought flashes through your mind as you subtly eye the impressive bosom of the younger, dark skinned woman; who you see is in fact called Sanchez

“What? Oh, Yes” you say, realizing after a moment the old woman (A quick glance at the tag on her coat gave you the name Dr. Olivia Moon) had asked you a question “Yes, I have never seen a pyramid from the inside before; it certainly is impressive”

“Well, let us go into the conference room and begin the briefing” Dr. Moon says brightly

The ‘conference room’ is in fact nothing but a long, narrow area of the massive room, sectioned off from the rest with foldable screens; most of the room is taken up by a half dozen camp chairs that surround a rickety wooden table with an open laptop computer atop it. You sink into the nearest chair and wait impatiently as Dr. Moon scoops up the computer and begins clicking on its icons and muttering under her breath about ‘damned powerpoint’.

After a few moments she gets the computer to co-operate and an image appears on the screen; an ink drawing of a massive ziggurat surrounded by a crowd of tiny people, each bearing an expression of joy that seems rather creepy when you see that atop the ziggurat is a rather disturbing statue.

This one seemed to be a hermaphrodite with a massive cock and three large breasts; she was much larger than the others, being nearly three times their size. She also had a pair of massive batlike wings and what looked like an ornate crown of some kind on her head; she had been sculpted caressing one of her large breasts with one hand and clutching a curved dagger with the other.

“This is the earliest representation we have of the Temple of Aeva Xochitept” at your uncertain look she elaborates “The deity of sex, darkness and **** in the pantheons of the native people, this drawing was done by the Spanish explorers who found the temple in 1527” a dark look flickers over her face as she continues “Most of that expedition was slaughtered, almost all historians believe it was done by native tribesman but the Paisley Institute believes differently”

“We believe this is what killed them” The picture on the screen changes to an ink drawing of what looks like a bizarre hybrid of a jaguar, human and octopus. The creature had the body of a man welded to the head and furry pelt of a jaguar, instead of arms it shoulders sprouted clusters of long, suckered tentacles that ended in a wicked knife-like claw; another, smaller cluster of tentacles stood out proudly between its legs.

“This picture was drawn by the only member of the expedition to survive, his mind was shattered by the experience and he was never the same again”

The picture changes again, this time to a modern photograph of the temple; oddly the temple looks identical to the ink drawing. Not only was the ziggurat still completely bare of vegetation in one of the largest and lushest rain forests in the world but there was also not the lightest sign of wear and tear on either it or the massive statue that was atop it.

“This photograph was taken by Gemma Black’s team when they reached the temple; that was a few days before they went through the portal” Dr. Moon shakes her head slowly “We lost contact with them after that of course, our radio signals cannot seem to penetrate the portal”

One more time the picture changes, this time to an aerial view of the jungle, the beautiful green of the trees is marred by a perfect circle of blackness that shimmered with the same oily rainbow glimmer as an oil slick or a soap bubble. “This is the portal as it looked as of...” she glances down at her watch “twelve minutes ago, it currently stretches exactly 2.013 miles in diameter”

“Why is the temple so clean?” you ask suspiciously

“We don’t know” Dr. Moon sounded frustrated as she shakes her head again “It shouldn’t be, I have seen the composition scans sent to us by young Miss Black’s team and it is constructed of perfectly ordinary materials, mainly common granite and marble”

“I see” you reply, frowning thoughtfully.

The elderly doctor was willing to answer all and all of your questions, unfortunately however, most of these answers are more filled with variations of “We don’t know” or “We are not certain” rather than useful facts or helpful information.

Soon enough you have exhausted your questions and the conversation turns to supplies and preparations for your expedition, Sanchez sweeps back a blanket covering a nearby end table and reveals a mound of darkly gleaming guns and blades. Your dark blue eyes light up happily as you examine the weapons, humming under your breath as you sort them into the ‘take’ and ‘leave’ piles.

By the end you have settled on a heavy glock 10mm pistol; across your back you sling a combat shotgun, having a liking for its heavy firepower and rapid firing and you also take a half a dozen knives, their blades weighted for throwing and the last thing you take is a machete I am in the jungle and I might have to cut my way through some of it you reason as you strap the blade to your thigh.

After stuffing a few cubes of concentrated food and a package of hydration tablets into your pockets you accept a map and compass from the doctor, she smiles worriedly after you as you begin to follow Sanchez out of the temple. Your lips curve upward in a smile as the two of you begin climbing a long spiraling ramp; you are trailing a few steps behind her on purpose for along with a spectacular set of tits, she has a truly amazing ass.

When you arrive at the surface , Sanchez turns and pulls you close to her for a passionate kiss, locking her lips to yours and gripping your ass with one hand “If you make it back alive I am going to rock your world” she tells you, giving you a sultry smile before turning and re-entering the ziggurat, leaving you alone in the jungle.